Silence is louder
after the midnight hour
Being propelled
into yet another forecasted day
of the chilly climate
of living in your absence
Overthinking what seems so incorrect
Us, apart...
Me, struggling to keep face
and make sense of the nothingness
that was left behind
The unkind liberation of my heart
that wished only to be a part of yours
The unkind liberation of my heart that wished only to be a part of yours /// loving sense
A poem dedicated to loneliness and a lover's yearning for his or her partner who is not around for quite some time. Thank you, Susan. This is an outstanding poem. and make sense of the nothingness that was left behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silence is louder afteBeing propelled into yet another forecasted day of the chilly climate of living in your absence r the midnight hour Brilliant.